Текст песни ПОСТ.СКРИПТУМ. - Вертолеты

Little light in the fire,
As if night spilled copper.
Helicopters fly faster
What I would like to fly.
And silence, driving crazy
Between us rises again;
You do not expect letters from me,
I can not write from here ...

The horizon opened openly,
Exhausting blue to the bottom,
Under me is not a war and the world
Under me - one war.
Those who poule swallowed in the MGL
Like me, under the poverty tracks,
Together with us fly to Earth,
Because such an order ...

Under feet Earth - firm.
The machines are growing long ago
Those who waited for us, scream "Hurray"
Not in Russian, but still.
Crashes from Dawn from darkness,
Interrupts short battle
Puts the earth takes
Like our blue ...